“Solar Eclipse and remembering my Dad”

My Dad was a science teacher. He loved everything about the space program and our solar system. Today he would have been so excited about the partial solar eclipse in our area. My brother and I shared the experience together in memory of our Dad. Before he retired from teaching, he always had his classes watch The Right Stuff and From the Earth to the Moon. His students looked forward to seeing both of them every year.  Where we live in 2024 we’ll be able to see a total eclipse and I’m looking forward to seeing it and thinking how Dad would love every minute of it. 


Coffee with Dad

As I sit here in the quiet of the beginning of my day I’m reminded of my Dad commenting on the coffee being good. Almost every morning he’d say this ‘good coffee’ to my Mom. He loved my Mom’s coffee, mainly because he didn’t have to make it. Their coffee was ready when they got up since the invention of the timed coffee maker.  Today I’m reminded of the time when Dad made coffee so strong I could feel colors. We were in Florida camping in my parents RV in October of 2016 when Dad made a pot of afternoon coffee. Mom had bought Folger’s perfect measure disks. A full pot called for 5 of them and used so many a third of the disks were still intact. Mom and I ran some errands while Dad partook in his daily required nap. When he woke up, he must have needed an extra kick in the caffeine department and filled the container up to the top with the disks. When we got back Dad was waiting for us and pleased with himself for making that pot of coffee for us.  Mom said it made her eyes cross and I could feel the hair growing on my legs, but that was ‘good coffee’. 


The six stages of grief, more like the six stages of hell!!

  • Denial
  • Anger
  • Bargaining
  • Depression
  • Acceptance
  • Longing 

That’s it right there in numerical order for how to get your grieving done properly. I’m not using this list in any particular order. I just go back and forth between them all. Actually, I’m pretty mad at the world most of the time. I’m still shocked that my Dad died. It’s been six months, but I’m hurting worse now. The shock kept me numb and I was living in a bubble. I’ve never been a cry baby but it doesn’t take much to set me off choking back the sobs. My Mom is so emotionally distraught and I can’t help do much for her. I can listen and just be near her. She grieves in private like I do. Probably not the healthiest way to go about it, but I’m just wired this way. All I want is for everything to feel like it used to. But I’m changing into someone I don’t recognize most of the time. My cousin Angie gave me the best advice when Dad first died. She told me to grieve in my own personal way, and not how someone else did it or tells me how to move on. To just take my time and feel everything you’re supposed to feel when your heart is broken. I miss my Dad really bad today.


Always my Dad

“I may not have given you the gift of lift, but life surely gave me the gift of you.” 

It took me year’s to realize that my Dad was my real Dad just not my biological father. He’s the reason I believe that not all men are like the ones who leave their little girls and never come back. I was a difficult teenager and even worse in my early 20’s but Dad never gave up on me. After having my sons in my late 20’s I figured out how to be a good daughter.  

He was my sons only Grandfather, actually he was referred to as ‘my Pap’ by both of his grandsons.  He was completely wrapped around their fingers from the moment of their births until he died. He was an excellent role model for the both of them.  They’re both becoming rock solid young men that their Pap would be proud of. We miss you Pap and you’ll always be with us in our hearts and minds with the best of our memories of you. 


  °by FrostyGurl♥†°

Dad’s yard

Today I’m going to to mow the yard like Dad is an angel on my shoulder. He took great pride in his yard. He worked hard at keeping the lawn mowed and looking beautiful with well kept flower beds, shrubs and trees.

My Mom and I have been trying to keep up with all of it. I had a total knee replacement surgery on June 5, 2017. I just got released by my surgeon to use the riding mower. Today I’m going to be a better person than I was yesterday and make my Dad proud of me.



Living life while grieving

Living life on life’s terms, not my terms. It’s been difficult to get used to how it is now since my Dad’s unexpected death. Life does go on no matter how hard it is to get through the day. The Earth didn’t stop revolving around the sun for me to grieve for him. I’m lucky to have been his daughter and remind myself of it every day. My biological father forgot me over 40 year’s ago. My Mom married her husband when I was 15 year’s old. That man chose to be my Dad. He loved me when I couldn’t love myself. That’s what made him my real Dad. He was a great Dad and an awesome Pap to my two sons. These are the things I remember when I’m really missing him. I know it wasn’t his choice to leave us just God’s plan for him.



Grieving for my Dad

Sometimes I get lost in my grieving and my depression takes over. Then I’m useless for a few days to everyone around me including myself. I spent the weekend behind my closed bedroom door. I feel like I neglected my Mom and brother, but I was a broken mess. I started a new blog and that kept me busy except for all the pictures I came across in my phone. My day is coming to an end and hopefully I’ll be back to my somewhat normal self tomorrow. I got things to do and people are counting on me to get them done.


Say what you mean and mean what you say.